The hatching of spring occurs on the underside of a cloud. Months of pecking down into dew to find sustenance, all of us aerating from inside the cloistered existence of the cold.
Spring peeps; a first breath of oxygen hides inside the white egg of winter existence.
We gulp down the yolky wetness left behind by the chill, while spring bangs its egg tooth, a weapon designed to force freedom.
Energized by the first breaths of warming air, the creatures of spring pop out the top of their brittle winter shells and for the first time, swim into the sky.
This was written for 100 Word Story’s February Photo Contest. Let me know what you think!